a light snow is falling on london
all sign of the living has gone
the train pulls into the stations
and no-one gets off and no-one gets on
don't hate me
i'm not special like you
i'm tired and i'm so alone
don't fight me
i know you'll never care
can i call you on the telephone, now and then?
one light burns in a window
it guides all the shadows below
inside the ghost of a parting
and no-one is left, just the cigarette smoke
